#( the stress???? is???? escalating???? )

[xulips]

invitation (in which three times ena invites akito, one time akito does the same to his sister)

[bonefall]

the worst parent poll made me realize just how many ppl in the fandom are willing to jump straight into abuse apologia. bc on one hand you have ppl dumbing down crow's abuse to "him just being mean" and on the other end you have ppl saying that curlfeather didnt abuse frostpaw because she sacrificed herself and frost + her siblings love her so she couldnt possibly be an abuser. truly mindboggling stuff take these serious topics away from the fandom asap.

Part of me feels like it's because many in this fandom have a feeling that if a character's actions are abusive, it means you're "not allowed" to like them. Like there's an impulse where if you liked a character, it MUST mean they weren't THAT bad, because you'd personally never like "an abuser."

As if it reflects poorly on your own morality, as a person, that you connected with An Abuser. Understood them, even. Even if it was just a character.

If it's immoral to Like Abusive Characters, of course your reaction is going to end up being abuse apologia. To enjoy something isn't logical, it's emotional, so you will get defensive about it when questioned. When you do, it's not going to be based on logic because you didn't reason yourself into that position in the first place. It's an attack on you as a person.

I feel like that's often the root of abuse apologia in this fandom, and sometimes the world at large; "If I admit that this character/person IS abusive, it means I was doing something bad by liking them, so I have to prove to everyone else that they weren't or it means I'm bad too."

And to that I say... That's a BAD impulse! Grow up and admit you resonated with a character that did a bad thing! If that's an uncomfortable thought, sit with it!

Sometimes abusers are likeable! They usually DO think they're justified in their actions, or doing it for "a good reason," or were just too preoccupied to care. MOST of the time, people who commit abusive actions are also hurt or traumatized in some way. You might even empathize with them. None of this means their actions have to be excused or downplayed.

"Abusers" aren't a type of goddamn yokai, they're people just like you and me. You don't help victims of abuse by putting the people who hurt us in an "untouchable" category.

In fact, all it does is make you less likely to recognize your own controlling behavior. You're capable of abuse. People you love are capable of it, too. People who love YOU can still hurt you.

In spite of how often people regurgitate "It's Ok To Like A Character As Long As You're Critical Of Their Actions," every day it is proven to me further and further that no one who says it actually understands what that means.

All that said; I think it's no contest which one's a worse parent, imo.

They both mistreated their children, but Curlfeather did it through manipulation without verbal or physical abuse. She politically groomed her into a position of power so that she could use her as a pawn. It can be argued if this counts as child abuse-- but it's firmly still under the broad category childhood maltreatment, which is damaging.

(though anon I'm with you 100% at seeing RED when "but she sacrificed herself" is used as an excuse. Curlfeather's death does NOT CHANGE what she did to Frostpaw in life. I think it's a valid point to bring up when comparing her to another terrible parent for judgement purposes, such as in the context of this poll, but I really hate the implication that redemption deaths "make up" for maltreatment.)

Crowfeather, meanwhile, is textually responsible for putting Breezepaw through verbal AND physical abuse, as well as child neglect. His motivations include embarrassment from a hurt ego, revenge on his ex, and being sad because of a dead girlfriend. This abuse drives Breezepelt towards radicalization in the Dark Forest.

You could argue Curlfeather is a worse person for Reedwhisker's murder, but as a parent? It's not even a question to me. Crowfeather's one of the worst dads in WC.

[deannoapocalpypse]

It's the time of night where the europeans are awake and stressed.

[1960z]

y’all she made him cry 😭

[kiruamon]

Grey World AU - Visit from the Moon 2

Part eight of the Grey World AU comic. And second part of the current events. Things are escalating this time. Please, be prepared.

... Writing this part was haaaaard (for all kinds of reasons). Thankfully, things will slowly calming down from now on.

[petrichormore]

that entire imprisonment bit was super funny but I need people to realize that the reason q!Bad retaliated by murdering both q!Bagi and q!Tina and then cackling maniacally over their corpses is because he actually does have trauma regarding being held captive in the museum - and with being help captive in general. After he finishes laughing he literally screams “Yes! Now no one will imprison me again!”

If anyone was thinking “damn killing them both and then laughing in their faces was a bit overkill” that’s because it WAS. Because he freaked out. That was a certified q!bbh freak-out brought on by previous experiences with the museum and with being captured; slightly tampered by the fact that he knows they didn’t mean it and are his friends.

So yeah, it was an abnormally harsh retaliation. But there was a reason for it - q!bbh doesn’t want to show weakness by admitting it, but that experience got to him. And it continues to get to him whenever someone tries to trap him.

[vonspe]

you know what?? fuck it *scrunklifies your villain*

[vialae]

Ik durgetash mostly just made out in front of ketheric, but they must have also had domestics too while staying at Moonrise

Like in their respective seats for a meeting, both of them arguing about something so personal it really should wait until after the meeting. Durge probably climbs on the table and yells from there, someone gets a dagger through the hand to stab them to the table

Ketheric tries to say something amidst their argument, and both Durge and Gortash yell in complete synchronicity for him to shut up before going back to arguing with one another

[moomeecore]

spent a good portion of the last few days babysitting my little cousins who are between the ages of 0 and 6 (theres 4 of them but i wasnt with all of them the whole time), and im just thinking like. i think people overdramatize how "annoying" kids are. like i rarley get annoyed with small children. teenagers, absolutley - but little kids? it kind of befuddles me how people can "hate little kids"when they are so sweet and well intentioned and devoid of negative intent. like its so hard to get mad at someone who is just a little guy that is so in awe of the world and everything in it. like ? yeah sometimes its annoying when theyre loud, but not more annoying than when adults and teens are loud. honestly. its often less annoying. again, hard to get mad at small children when they are so well intentioned and so unaware of so many things. they have such a bare bones concept of what is causing issues for other people...and the great thing is if you explain it to them theyre a lot more receptive to it than adults tend to be. as someone with severe auditory sensory issues, im well experienced with asking adults to stop doing things that are making noises that are causing me intense physical pain, and they tend to get up in arms about it. they have an entitlement that children honestly dont. a lot of people think of children as entitled, but when i tell my 6 year old cousin "hey, could you please stop kicking the wall, that makes my headaches worse, and that makes me sad" or "could we take a break from listening to music, im starting to feel overwhelmed" or something like that, they either do the thing i asked or they dont but they just politley ignore me about it instead of getting defensive and angry and insulting me. and if the second thing happens you can just go to plan b, which is finding something that they like, and drawing their attention to that, so they stop doing the thing that was annoying. i think a lot of people who think all children are entitled and annoying maybe do too much yelling at children and not enough talking politley to them and explaining why they want them to do certain things. it does wonders to just tell a child, "please stop, thats making me sad." or "i know youre having fun, but can we do a different activity for a little while?". i think theyre more receptive to this sort of thing than adults because theyre so early in the process of "figuring out how the world works" that they are openly accepting of the idea that they sometimes need to learn new things! they dont feel threatened by the idea that theyre in the wrong, unless you make them, by being mean to them about it. and so if you just dont be mean to them about it, it works out in the end.

[fjordfolk]

One night on a cabin trip with us, and it's very apparent that Poppy is an only dog-child. Honestly pretty interesting to see a 3yo make social blunders that've gotten picked off our other dogs as puppies - things like trying to lick the others' bowls while they're still eating, pushing past the dog being given affection to get attention, jostling and knocking into the others at inopportune times. And then being very very sad and sorry each time she got reprimanded by either of them.

[rxttenfish]

while aaravi remains firmly within "yeah miranda has a difficult personality and isn't very easy to get along with + has many rough edges which are slowly being worked on but still going to be an issue" after having been very much so within the camp that miranda is a Vexing Bitch upon first contact/getting to know her, she DOES go from "miranda is unpredictable and dangerous as a merfolk and large macropredator and her emotions are inscrutable and random" to "merfolk aren't very hard to understand or predict and it's very easy to stay on the safe side if you keep basic rules in mind and don't freak out the second something unexpected happens"

[vanillaxoshi]

I was curious on how Cahaya's school life could possibly be in Age bracket and theres this one experience i remember very distinctly when i was in 6th grade. Hope you enjoy :D

btw "hi" is normal speech 'hi' is written and 'hi' is thoughts

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

He'd thought 3rd grade would be better than 1st or 2nd grade. Unexpectedly, he'd be horribly wrong. Sure it could have something to do with him being the youngest there

but he thinks age shouldn't really matter on how you treat someone

...

Maybe skipping grades isn't as cool as he thought it would be

No matter, he has long concluded that Fang to be the only friend he'll ever make in his life.

Which brings him to the library. Its not extravagant, far from the greatest libraries hes ever been in, the books aren't really great in terms of quality, and there are still some rowdy kids here and there (despite the very obvious rule of being silent in a library)

But its But it is still one of the more calming places of the school

Entering through the double doors, Cahaya greets the librarian with a simple wave, earning a smile and a nod from the middle aged woman. Thats the other thing, as he makes his way through the rows and rows of bookshelves that are far too big than him

The librarian is really kind to him, she knows sign language; advance ones even! (he couldn't make out some of them) She even said she might start a mini class for students to learn sign language, it'll basically be a secret club here in the library!

Whats even more spectacular is that she didn't seem bothered by his exaggerated arms shaking making up and down motions and legs tapping excitedly—he later learns it's called "stimming"— truly the coolest person in this school. Beside himself and Fang, of course

The only problem is that she informed him that they needed at least 3 participants, something about legality and how it could paint a bad picture if it's just the both of them. Which is silly!

What's so wrong with a private class between a student and a teacher? whats an adult gonna do to a child? the worst he could think is punishing, he can't think what else an adult could do��� lecture maybe?

That doesn't sound so bad

Thinking about it is just ruining his mood. His brows crest together as his eyes scans the rows and rows of books, completely ignoring the more obvious children books and through the more intellectually advance ones. His body moved with practiced ease as he slowly gathers the books, having to actually hop a few times to pick some of the higher located ones. Grabbing 2 at a time and stacking them on a nearby table

He looks at the stack when it reaches almost half his height. Huh. Maybe he overdid it a little bit

He picked the book at the top and so it begins

He usually doesn't read this much considering the limited amount of time that they have, but Fang isn't here today, so he doesn't really have anything to pass the time

As time went by with each book slowly going to the opposite stack, his mind wanders away making the words all jumbled up

Huffing, he rereads the start of the paragraph.

His mind went back to the topic of him skipping grades; how he was proud of himself at first... until they explained that Fang wouldn't be in the same class as him

He didn't mind at first, since they figured they could always just meet up during recess and lunch in the library. But sometimes that wasn't reliable..

Shaking his head, he tries to think of something else; like getting another person to join the super awesome secret club in the library. One problem.

He doesn't really have anyone that's in the same grade as him.

Fang is a grade below him and Daun is WAY above him, and no one wants to talk to the silent kid who "can't talk". Which ouch. He never asked to be born this way, but once again he reminds himself that he had long accepted it. Plus the people he actually cares about loves and respects him so he doesn't really mind.

Keeps him focus on something more important; like studying.

Even if it does get lonely some days... maybe he got too used to having Fang's presenc- nope nope. Ignore that thought, close it. Nope.

Just... focus on reading this chapter, he only has 7 more minutes if his watch was any indication. What was this even about? The fascinating variety of colors in the sk-

All the hair in his arms stood straight as a shiver goes through his whole body. He knows the feeling all too well.

'Someone's staring at me.' He looks around to confirm his hypothesis and true to his assumption, he found himself to be right at the sight of a gray and light blue... soft sky blue?—whatever color in the pastel blue spectrum— hijabi girl.

'Ah Maya' his mind helpfully remind him. Going through his catalog of classmates in quick sessions without hopefully looking suspicious

Maya was one of the more... eh ok classmate, simply because she doesn't really bother him, actually... except for that one time.

-ˋˏ ༻✿༺ ˎˊ-

"Aww you're so small! it must be so cool being a 3rd grader despite being only 7 years old," 'no it isn't' "You're like our little brother in a way," she cheerfully added, "when's your birthday anyway?"

'None of your business?' "Aww c'mon don't act that way." she pouts, it quickly turns to a bunch of giggles.

"I'm Maya" 'I know'... "and you are?" 'You already know.'

"I'm making small talk over here give me a break," she chuckled. He sighed and quickly wrote 'Apologies if I seem rude, I thought yo-' he didn't even get to finish his writing

"Why are you writing anyway? Isn't tiring? Do you just carry that board wherever you go?" ah. Here we go-

"Why don't you just speak?" she went to touch him, "do you have a hearing prob-"

*SLAP*

.

.

A pencil could be heard as everyone stares at them, at HIM. his wide-eyed stare locked into the hand that he slapped away mere inches from his face. The owner of the hand looks like a fish out of water, staring at him in disbelief. The sound of footsteps made the two newly 3rd graders turn

    The teacher was coming. And he looked displeased.

    'I've never upsetted a teacher before' his hand shake as he tries to comprehend the words that are flying a mile a minute through his head, he couldn't even bring himself to write an explanation, the words aren't forming for him.

    The blank board mocks him.

    "What is the meaning of this, you can't-" he saw in the corner of his peripheral view as Maya sporadically shake her hands in front of the teacher, "NO, nono it was a mist—" the words all blur together for him. His surroundings turning hazy. Everything is a jumbled up mess. The stares. The words. The shouts. It's too much

    IT'S TOO MUCH

    *THUNK*

    He slaps his board with the words "LEAVE ME ALONE" messily written on it and...

-ˋˏ ༻✿༺ ˎˊ-

He couldn't really remember what happens next. After that disastrous first meeting, she has elected to avoid him

Even so, he frequently finds her gaze on him and often times it freaks him out; he starts shuffling his hands or drumming his fingers for example. But, it's been weeks and she hasn't done anything so he'll give her a pass

She seemed like the observent type anyway.

*KRINGGGG~*

His whole body jolted at the ringing, fully jumped out of his chair from the jumpscare. Quickly scrambling to collect his books and order them back again, noting that Maya already left when he was busy reminiscing.

He dashes out of the library to go to his classes. Theres still a few more hours before school ends.

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Walking through the hallway of the school, he kicks at anything that so happened to cross his path; pencils, erasers, a few cute pen lids, that wrapper, and rumpled paper.

Actually the last 2 he puts in the trash

Most of the 1st-3rd graders have already gone home after doing this noon's prayer, theres probably still some in the cafeteria.. maybe outside too.

The only reason he isn't chilling in the sofa cuddling with Ocho is because he has to wait for Daun's class to be over, first to save gas and time, the second is because he isn't allowed to go home on his own, which is fairly insulting

He knows his way back thank you very much.

Stealing a glance at the clock he just walks past. 12.30, Daun's class ends in 1 more hour. How does Cahaya past the time?

Obviously by going to the school's library, what else?

Though it seems today is not his lucky day..

He stops in his tracks, straining his ears to focus on the faintest of laughters (plural!) that could be heard in the turning corridor. slowly increasing in volume. steadly getting closer.

It was either 2 things:

They're a bunch of troublemakers who are WAY too big for him to handle and his only saving grace is to pray they aren't bullies.

Or.. they are a couple of 1st-3rd graders who hadn't gone home yet, he can only hope they'd ignore him

Terrible scenarios, both of them.

as he is quickly mapping out the school in his head to book it out of there but still be able to make it to the library the fastest, beads of sweat flows down the side of his face to his chubby cheeks as he tries to concentrate with the ever daunting sound of children approuching.

He would need to run to the otherside of the school, through the second exit, past a fence or circle through the outer building to go through the front gate; but that in itself could take a hand full of minutes and THIS is a shortcut a.k.a the fastest route to the library

Maybe he could break a window and go through the school's yard?

But that would still take time AND strength to boot, not even counting the property damage, oh maybe he-

*GASP*

His whole body went rigged and incredbily cold when he heard that.. its like how Api dunked him in a freezing pool that one time

Quickly schooling his face to show the best poker face he could muster, he turns... oh dear Lord who has forsaken him today...

'Its the SugarSkies squad'

Who are they? Well imagine a pack of bullies, now take that and turn it 180⁰. Just the complete opposite but equally annoying and dial it up to 200% in terms of overbaring. The sweetest group of kids to the point even upperclassmen are fond and adore them, hench the name

I mean who wouldn't? They're kind to everyone, tries to help the best they can, respect the elders, and try to include everyone! (which unfortunately counts him...)

"Hey, isn't that Cahaya?" the unofficial leader of the group smiled at him, Ahmad. Warm brown eyes locked unto him, the black haired boy seems to be delighted to see him.

Oh boy...

"It is! Little guy hey!" "Hey little guy!" the twins shouted in unison

Utsman and (Fa)tima respectfully, the duo arabic freckled twins are known for their wild energy; Utsman's fluffy hair even seemed messier than usual

"Why are you just standing there? Why is he just standing there?" The last voice belongs to the fourth and final member, Auliya. Shes more known as Liya with short frizzy incredibly dark brown hair and actually kinda looks like a boy at first glance... if you ignored the skirt that is.

Cahaya couldn't really see it. He will admit that hes a bit jealous of her heterochromia eyes, look at those pretty orbs, reminds him of a lake in a forest

"Is this kid broken?" a hand waved right in front of his face scared him half to death, recoiling back from the hand his face reddens when laughter filled his ears.

Being startled is not funny.

"Utsman don't scare people, you know that's mean.." the yellow hijabi scolded, "I didn't even mean to scare him! Plus i saw you laugh Tima don't even!" "Did not! "Did too!" "Did no-"

"Why are you even still here?" Ahmad cuts the twin's bickering, "most kids usually wait at the front gate to be picked up.. are you lost?"

Scoffing at the insult, he gives the blue themed boy a note he prepared just in case any teacher or adult would ask. 'I go home with my brother so I'm waiting for him.'

"Oh right, your brother's the same class as your sister's Ahmad, Daun right?" He nods at the singaporean girl.

Just like their namesake suggests, the "Sugarskies" are a bunch of international students. Ahmad being malay-indo, the twins are arabic if he remembers correctly, and Auliya is singaporean

Another reason for their popularity is due to this, which he honestly doesn't know what are the chances of it actually happening (his working theory is that they all gravitated to one another because of this shared similarity)

"-names can be weird you know"

"yea but who names their kids based on objects or elements? Its like having a sister named Table or something"

"True.. usually you name pets those"

"Pretty sure its like how theres people who're named Ruby or Star or Wednesday," Ahmad pointed out

"Oh, like June!"

Cahaya is already too exhausted by their conversation and had already started to tune them out while looking for a way to escape. 'Honestly the window is still an option, the strength i would need to break one-'

"-beside the point Liya! oh hey, since you brother's class ends with my sister's." Ahmad scratches his chin thoughtfully, "you still have a few hours right?"

"Cahaya?"

Shaking his head and focusing on them again, a red shade dusted his cheeks, he nods slowly

Matching grins slowly form on their faces. Terifiyying.

'they look like sharks...'

"Great! then you can play with us while you wait." Pure horror adorned Cahaya's face, he rushed to explain that hes going to the library on his board

He could never write fast enough.

"I'm just gonna assume you're writing an agreement, its decided!" "yay!" "fun."

He shook his head frantically and wrote a bunch of nos instead

"Ahmad he looks like he wants to show us something.."

Utsman pops right next to him out of nowhere, startling Cahaya into quickly showing his board

'I DON'T WANNA PLAY!!! NONononono! NO!'

"I don't know what you're trying to show cause I can't read, but these look like funny squibbles." The only reason they look like squibbles is because hes frantically writi-

'HE CAN'T READ!?!'

Utsman grabbed his board amist Cahaya's bewilderment and showed the others. Cahaya deflated when he noticed the way Utsman is holding the board covers the "I don't wanna play" and only showing the nos...

"1.. 2.. 3... 4..- theres 8 nos which makes it a positive, its a yes!"

He snatchs the board from Utsman, frustration building, "hey- rude..." Utsman protested but admittedly lets it go.

He sees Fatima staring at his board in the corner of his eyes

"How are we supposed to play if Haya doesn't speak?"

"we'll just play a silent game, like hide and seek!"

"I thought the school banned that game?"

"oh yea.. what was it again?" "some kids were caught hiding in closets i think"

"I heard it was because a kid was never found" "Pretty sure thats just a-"

Sighing, Cahaya attempts to once again communicate the fact that he does not want to play

"You know writing is just taking too much time right? Why are you even writing?"

"He can't speak Utsman.."

"Why can't he speak? Its just making noise with your mouth"

"I don't know hes just WEIRD like that"

"Liya that was mean..."

"What other word would you say Tima?" "Uhhh... unique?"

"Oh I know!" Ahmad exclaims suddenly, even Cahaya's attention turns to him

"Clearly Cahaya isn't talking because he could just write on his board, it's like my sister with her book or phone."

A horrible feeling grew in Cahaya's stomach

"And theres only one way my parents could get her to interact with us," Ahmad smiles as hes explaining to them. The pit grew.

"All we have to do is take his board!"

Cahaya felt a sharp pain in his liver as his blood turns freezing cold. Ahmad's words dawning on him

Utsman ever happy to learn something new and listen to his best friend, beamed. "OOHHHHH, that makes sense! Cahaya just stop writing," he smiles at him

"Yeah put the board in your bag or something and you'll burst into song like Tima over here"

"Hey! my singing is a good thing Liya!"

thump thump bump ba dump, his heart feels like its trying to escape his ribcage, his hand is tired from how fast hes writing

'nononono-' His frantic writing was abruptly stopped by Ahmad ripping the board out of his hands

His heart stops.

"There, you're free now little guy!" Ahmad's voice mocks him. Free. Free. Freefree. This isn't freedom. He clutches at air

"Ahmad hes still not talking..." don't cry. don't. don't.

4 breaths in.. 8 out.. 4 in... 8 out

stabilizing himself, he notices the group are huddled in like a bunch of bugs. He doesn't miss the way Fatima is staring at his board, whispering hushed tones. The way she abruptly straighten, eyes wide, made him worry

The way Ahmad and Utsman syncronize stare and grin at him does NOT make him feel any better. They look like predators

Auliya on the otherhand looks quite doubtful

"How would tickling make him speak?" What.

"You know how in those movies the main characters overcame their issues by going over their limits and facing their fears?" Ahmad cheerfully explains

"If we tickle him, his voice will for sure come out!"

"In the form of laughter and then speech!" Utsman continued, "huh." hand on her chin as Liya considered that info, "that might actually work."

NononoNONONO!!

doesn't HE get a say in this???

"wait.. guys i don't think-"

"GET HIM!!"

The ground shrieks from how sharp he turns on his shoes, ready to run for his life. Screw going to the library

But there was no way he'd be able to outrun them. Not even his fear could protect him

A soundless scream erupts inside his chest as he felt phantom fingers reaching him. There was no hope to escape from the start, he never even stood a chance.

He felt his body burning as they crash to the floor, only his bag protecting his fall

*THUD*

The sensation. The forced feeling. The constant BURN. Their joy as hes withering. He couldn't even tuck his body into a ball.

arms. legs. shoulders. Does nothing but make him struggle. Their laughter ringing as a cruel tone in the silent halls. His body spasm with each touch, especially when he sees Ahmad going for his chest to get a reaction.

Does his pained laughter mean nothing?

He lets his instincts take the wheel. Didn't even process what he did next as fear clouded his judgement.

He's watched animals do anything to survive

*CRUNCH*

"AHHH!!"

The taste of tangy salt is disgusting. But the freedom is pure bliss.

He took time to process again "-hmad you okay?" "oh my God!" everything is dizzy and loud

bump bump Ba dump

His mind clears enough to see Utsman fretting over Ahmad... who has a bloody arm, Tima's shock expression and..

He blinked when Auliya got in front of his face.. her face looks like one of Petir's shirts..

"-WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!?"

what is wrong with him?

Everything is so focused but blurred together.

He can hear Ahmad's sobs and pant, his heartbeat, but he can't even make out what Auliya is saying in front of him.

He can feel the vibrations of distant footsteps, but he cam't feel his body.

Everything feels overwhelming and nothing at all.

'My board'

his board... all he needs is his board. He turns away from Auliya, no point if he can't even understand her. Tima's distress face meant absolutely nothing to him as she reaches to take hold of his board. No. Not again.

There was a split second of clarity as he sees the fear in Tima's eyes. His fist change direction.

'just take your board and get out of here' echos in his head. over, and over, and over again.

He didn't feel his hands push Tima to snatch his board back, he does feel the punch that connects with his face.

"DON'T HURT MY SISTER-"

He does feel the rough floor. The freezing cold locker thats burning through his shirt, his own blood mixing with Ahmad's. The board thats crushing his chest

He was fully concious when he hit Utsman back. He was fully concious when Auliya was in front of him again. This time, this time some of the words connect

"What are you, some kind of animal!?" He feels like a cornered one

"What kind of weirdo FREAK bites someone?!" freak freak freak

Her eyes might be brown and green but right now? right now it was glinting with murderous red.

She drew near and the cold locker behind him can do nothing but BURN

"SAY SOMETHING!!"

his head is screaming in the waves of silence. Loud. Loud. LOUD

His last sight was a hand ready to strike. Closing his eyes tight, only one thought crosses his mind; Let darkness be kinder than the blinding light

...

ba dump

ba dump

ba dump...

...

He felt... nothing.

With uneven breaths and a drumming heart, he opens his eyes.

A shadow looms over him, casting him in soft darkness.

mind reeling from all that happened, he didn't even register when the figure hugged him. Covering his face from the world. His shoulder tenses.. and yet. Although fear struck him again, this time, this time there was no burning. He knew immediately who this is.

"...daun" and when the hug tighten at his soft words ("you're ok Sunflower"), he knew he was safe. He knew when he peaked and saw Maya with a teacher, that he can escape

For the world was too dizzy for his mind to comprehend, everything blurred together in a harmonical voice and colors

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Abang is here. "Daun"

Ok damn, ngl i want to know what happened to those kids afterwards, like i wonder what happened once they understood and stuff like i also want to know bout more of the comfort between daun and cahaya

Pretty panicky yet nice and sweet fic from how cahaya says daun's name

Buncha meltdowns huh

Those kids dont understand and mean well, in their eyes, haya is the violent bully or smth but its not especially from his perspective and im glad Daun was there for him to stop this from escalating further

[winslowat3am]

You prob won’t see this but hi! I follow you and your beautiful wife bc of your love for black women and life tips! I wanna share a story that happened yesterday where I was harassed in a gas station by an aggressive black male security guard and get nonblack poc feedback bc I no longer feel safe around black men and just curious to what advice or thoughts you have.

Last night I walked inside a pilot gas station to use the restroom where I wore a yellow camo track suit with the hood up bc I was cold. The security told me to take my hood down even tho there was no policy where I could see and followed me to the restroom door and called me out my name (I heard him thru the door), after I finished in the restroom I went to confront him at the register he was hiding behind where we got into a heated verbal exchange , I cussed him out amd I hurt his ego evidently bc he felt the need to follow me outside to escalate it but I outtalked him and got in my car. I never took my hood down. I went back in the gas station with a girlfriend for water after informing her of what happened where he then tried to make me remove my hood again and tried to encourage the women at the registers to refuse me service bc I wouldn’t remove my hood, we got into it again. He was aggressive, approached me slamming his hand on the counter, got loud, and sensitive bc I got the best of him twice verbally and in the end I still got the water and never took my hood down; the nice white lady at the register took my money from my friend who paid for it, the black woman at the register was a m@mmy. He nitpicked my outfit and physical appearance but ppl passing thru wore hoods and had pants hanging off their asses, tummy shirts, brought dogs in the store, but was never harassed like I was. I don’t have a problem following a policy but I won’t follow a policy when it’s enforced on me but no one else. So I called the police and they told me to file a complaint with corporate and see what I can do about it so I will be calling them in the morning. Did I mention the security tried to get me banned for trespassing just bc i didn’t back down and verbally whooped him?? LOLL!!! I’ll be carrying a switchblade from now on and learning to shoot a gun real soon!

Read my tags. I'm assuming you're a bw? It doesn't take all the hoodrat buffoonery Glocktavious displayed to ask someone to remove their hood. Talk to a lawyer, they'll help you go about prosecuting Dustavious the right way. So unprofessional. I hope this isn't a late response, I don't really check Tumblr lately or read every ask but yours grabbed my attention. You did the right thing! Always stand up for yourself. You're a savage for checking his ass. Never be afraid of a man, & keep a weapon on you. 👏👏👏👏Insecure, pussy "men" pick fights with women, they think being aggressive & loud intimidates you & they never prepare for a strong retort that shuts their shit down. My completely honest & straightforward unfiltered pov: We need to address the fact that the bullying of bw is a problematic behavior that is perpetuated by bm primarily (not all, but atp it's so common it might as well be). You'd be better off opening up your dating options to men outside of your race, tbh. (Be very selective & careful when itrl dating). Non-bm build their communities & protect their women. [Redacted] That's why I don't understand why some ww leave wm, who have privilege & power, for bm, who 9/10 don't have anything to offer except dick, kids & struggle love. Even when bm manage to have success it doesn't change their crusty ass mentality. I recently learned that a bw is killed by a bm every six hours. [Redacted] Bm are the only race of men who publicly bash, degrade & bully their race of women while praising, fetishizing & worshipping non-bw. But you can't expect men who hate themselves to love or value you. I see the bs bw have to deal with daily & it saddens me. I feel like they target bw cause they think it'll make them men & acceptable in the eyes of wm, it's embarrassing. [Redacted] I can't imagine treating my baby like that. [Redacted] I'll never post or reblog a "this is a safe space for everyone" post. It's not. I don't post for them. I don't want racists/colorists in my space where bw & woc tell me that they feel safe, seen & protected. I gatekeep my blog so that you're safe expressing your feelings here. I thought it was obvious since I never acknowledge bm but it needs to be said. I 100% agree with the bw advising bw to choose higher quality men. You should watch Cynthia G & Paris Milan on YouTube & other black women who cover domestic & racial topics, it's very educational & insightful, they offer a lot of perspective & I agree with so many points they make. [Redacted] The best advice I can give you is to run & never look back. Good luck. ❤️

[ze-pie]

i dont post my oc’s enough 😌

[dannybobany]

Omori fanfic I’d like to write:

Post good ending Shortbread (Hero x Bowen) thanksgiving fic except it’s not about shortbread at all. It’s about the inevitable problem caused by trying to celebrate thanksgiving between these two families

Just IMAGINE it for a moment would you, Kel and Mikhael just realized that they have to celebrate this holiday and every other major holiday for the foreseeable future in the same room as each other and this fact is ruining everything for both of them

Bowen’s parents are trying their best to be supportive but as generally conservative people this is not easy for them, and they keep saying offensive things in front of Kel’s and Hero’s mom, who is trying very hard to tolerate this and be polite for Hero’s sake but these people are seriously getting on her nerves (made worse by the fact her husband is refusing to take sides because “I just don’t like getting political sweetie”)

Sunny and his Mom show up an hour in because Kel invited them…. Without telling Hero about it

Daphne is sitting in the corner trying her best to entertain Sally while silently panicking about the fact that she’s just noticed Hero’s dog is nowhere to be seen. Like the dog got out at some point and obviously this is a problem and she would feel really bad if something happened but bringing up “hey your dog is loose” in a house about to explode for five other reasons is not a good idea

Shenanigans ensue

Can also work with goldrush but it’s funnier if Kel and Mikhael still hate each other

[quixoticanarchy]

taking the night bus and this lady gets on talking very loudly, starts yelling when asked to quiet down, insisting "i have rights! it's not illegal to talk on a bus! tell me where it says it's illegal!" and this escalates until a fistfight nearly breaks out and the bus driver calls the cops and they arrest her for trespassing

which-- the whole thing was awful but trespassing? on a public bus, which she got on legally? all i can think is displaying sufficient mental illness in public -> you have now de facto committed whatever crime serves to get you forcibly removed from that public space. so everyone else can carry on as before. jfc